It was only once Flora was wheeled into surgery that Rose managed to breathe out and cry openly. Looking at the blood smearing her hands, she felt uncomfortable. The irony wasn’t lost on her. She was a nurse for heaven’s sake, and yet she felt squeamish at the sight of blood? That was a first for her, after her training – during which she had almost fainted. And she wondered whether it was because it was Flora’s, that she felt so out of sorts.
She barely spared a look at Roman, who had come to sign the hospital paperwork, before rushing to the restroom.
She washed her hands many times. And though she had gotten most of the blood off, it felt like it just wasn’t enough.
The door of the restroom soon opened, but she didn’t stop scrubbing.
Roman stepped in, his height towering over R
